Of revelations, silver bullets and hot stuff
AN: I don't have an excuse. I wanted to do a little "Stiles is a girl" thing and thiscame to my mind. And for the traditional disclaimer: obviously that "Teen Wolf" doesn't belong to me, but the crazy plot and bunch of curses do.
It wasn't Derek's fault, really wasn't. How could he guess that under those baggy shirts and pants there was someone else. Someone completely different from what he thought they were. Someone with curves that shouldn't be there, long legs that shouldn't be there, breasts that shouldn't be there. Maybe he should have suspect earlier, the scent should be the first give away for the truth, and the fact he was a little bit attracted to the spazzing teenager, what made him doubt his sexuality for months, was another clue. But she was always using clothes that seemed to be borrowed from her father's closet, she was always in Scott's company, also with the lacrosse team, and the cropped hair was a really big misgiving. Maybe the delicate features and the voice, completely different from a boy of seventeen years old, were another clue. But the sharp tongue and smart attitude can put anyone in the wrong direction. And the name, who the hell let a girl run around the block being called Stiles? Okay, it was a nickname, but too masculine to be a girl's nickname.
Because for everything that was holy. A damn GIRL!
Stiles Stilinsk was a girl.
The thought made Derek's earlier blush come back with vengeance and he had to stop himself to make a painful encounter between his forehead and the steering wheel. His fingers were tickling, wanting to call Scott and demands what the hell was going on. In what moment the boy forgot to tell him that his best friend was a girl and if he thinks it was funny to mess with his alpha about this little detail, Derek would maul him bad, beyond recognition. But Scott is dumb as a door and all his world revolves around Allison in a way that Derek suspects that not even the teen knew about the truth, even with the years of friendship between him and Stiles. Stiles, who happens to be a girl. A girl he saw naked.
OMG!
He saw her naked. Okay, maybe he was freaking out too much, he saw other girls naked. Starting with Kate 'psychopath in charge' Argent and ending with one or another one night stand while he was in New York running away from his past and shit life. He was emotionally constipate but he still was a man, wolf, whatever, and he still has needs. But his needs ends when he accidentally see a teenage girl naked. A teenage girl that screamed when she saw him for the ninth time in her room without invitation and threw the bedside lamp at his head. Obviously that if was someone else, Derek would rip out the person throat for even thinking to throwing him anything, but his brain was too busy making his eyes ogle the fine shaped ass and long and never ending legs.
His phone vibrating in his jacket's pocket made his brain come out of its freaking out moment for enough time for him to see that there was a new message. A new message from Stiles. Derek groaned. He wasn't psychologically prepared for a confrontation right now. Not after what he just found out. But nobody can ever call Derek Hale a coward and live enough to tell the tale. So, with shaking hands, he pressed the incoming button.
WTF Dude! The language put him off and for another uncountable minute Derek asked himself if he didn't see wrong, but then the message keep going, reminding him that what he saw was right. Doorbells are beyond your understanding? If you do this shit again I'll put a silver bullet in your head! Did I make myself clear?
In another time Derek would growl to the message, turn his car and slam Stiles against a flat surface and say for him... err her to never, ever threat him again. But this was before he found out that every time he grabbed the boy... err, girl, by her shirt he was one step closer to said breasts he saw earlier. So Derek's only answer was to shut the cell phone and drive to his home hoping that a good night sleep would make him forget those curves. This, or a good wank.
Because holy shit Stiles is an annoying person, but damn if she wasn't a very hot annoying person.